Trapped With The Jelita
Find The guy!!!

Ralen shouted hysterically as his hands were now beating at the man who kept trying to hold his body firmly.

The man did not care how many punches and rattles Ralen did, for him right now was to clutch the woman who looked so pitiful, unfortunate with all the anguish of an emotionally draining heart.

"You are all evil." Ralen's voice began to weaken, it sounded so softly marked he who was very tired of fighting trying to save his heart and soul which continued to be disturbed as if he was not allowed to live happily.

"Actually what mistake have I made until I have to experience all this?"

Asked in the arms of a man who now deeply regrets what he had said, all his words he never thought before will have a very fatal effect on women who have the status as wives.

Ralen's punch slowly slowed down until his hand completely stopped and now just hangs to the left-right side of his body, but the sobbing still filled the room where it should be the most comfortable for her to share what stories she felt to her husband.

If this is how he still wants to share the story of all the pressing inner to the husband?

Really after this he just wanted to be in his own life, without anyone else let alone the man who married him.

He did not hate, he was just angry why the man he thought he could make a place to complain was even so cruel he continued to accuse himself of doing things that were not even in his mind.

Repeatedly even Ipul kissed the top of the head of a woman who suffered so much after what happened then he even maliciously added suffering that might not be able to be accepted.

"You are evil Mas," said Ralen softly with eyes staring blankly at the window of the room, the tears still seemed to flow smoothly dripping one after another to wet the clothes of the man who was holding her.

Ipul is unable to answer, it is impossible to avoid because what his wife says is true.

He was evil, even evil to the woman he married, his eyes closed listening to every sentence Ralen made for him, exhaling with a hand that tries to hold on there is no intention even to release the body of the woman who now displays beret wounds and some bruises that are still clearly visible.

He knew that his arms inflicted pain on his wife, but he also did not want to let her out of his arms, he did not want to let her fall to such an extent.

Slowly Ralen's voice was no longer heard, the woman no longer spoke and only occasionally took a deep breath as she felt extremely claustrophobic.

The cry that had been tight now only left a groan, a deep groan of disappointment.

Without speaking, Ipul lifted the body of his wife who only wore underwear, took her to bed and then lay the poor body on it and pulled a blanket to cover her body.

"You're sorry you married me, right?"

Ipul's hand stopped moving hearing what Ralen said, his hand tightly gripped the white blanket that had covered part of his wife's body.

Ralen's eyes stared wistfully indicating he was still very disappointed, very disappointed which might be difficult to cure.

"Repeatedly you said I was the cause of your life being ruined.."

Ipul shook his head, he himself did not like to hear what he had said, then somehow he lightly said what he did not want to hear.

"Jelita I beg you to.."

"Why not divorce me?" ralen's eyes blinked causing the tears to come back down.

Even Ralen did not let Ipul finish what he wanted to say.

The deg!!

Ipul's heart immediately burst into a loud thud hearing what the woman in front of him said, his wife asking about the divorce?

Really from the beginning of marriage, Ipul never thought about divorce, but do not know why when he was angry he always could not control what he said, he said, not being able to control the emotions that always wanted to explode quickly was like an erupting mountain.

"Please don't tell me what I can't do Jelita, I'm sorry I've hurt your heart so much but don't ask about the breakup, I won't be able to" she said with flushed eyes, not red with anger but with sadness and fear Ralen will ask for a divorce.

Ralen smiled faintly, "i feel you are playing," Ralen said as he threw his face away, staring at the window that had since become more attractive to him.

"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to," I was frustrated, his voice became so agitated that Ralen's words made him uncomfortable.

"I'm going to sleep" said Ralen.

She did not want to discuss anything anymore, she did not want to talk to the man who kept on thinking he was the bringer of the problem, she did not want to cry anymore to feel his inner as well as physical wounds.

Ipul nodded then forced a smile even though in his heart throbbing remembered Ralen's question why not divorce him.

He will never divorce a woman who has a place in his heart.

Ralen closed his eyes while Ipul painstakingly stroked the black hair covering part of his face.

The man had since been sitting with his body half-duck next to the woman who had started to fall asleep.

Crying for too long made Ralen feel very tired, not to mention when he was still in the hospital so knowing his son could not be saved, her cries were so loud that she even tried to attack the nun who tried to calm herself down, lucky that there was Angga who was kindly willing to help, encouraging her.

Isn't what Angga did supposed to be done by her husband?

That makes Ralen endless disappointed not to mention finding the fact that her husband was with another woman when he was in need.

"You are the only woman who will be my wife" said Ipul weakly and then kissed the woman's forehead who had fallen asleep, peeping with emotion, though still the guilt will continue to haunt him.

The man she was looking for was in her study, talking to someone over the phone.

"Find out who hit my wife, find out who she's got to take responsibility for!" his orders were firmly accompanied by hardened jaws, his teeth clashing against each other making an unusual sound.

He will not be silent knowing the person who hit his wife can be free to roam without taking responsibility for what he has done.

Whether intentionally or not he does not want to know, the person must be responsible for making the baby die.

The pulse immediately hung up the phone and tightly gripped the thing in his hand, channeling all the infinite anger.

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In the morning when the sun was still very timid to show its rays, Ralen had started writhing under the covers.

Last night his sleep was very restless even more so when he was alone in the room made his brain then think no-no.

Thinking about what if only he died, maybe after that he would feel peaceful because there would be no more pressing on his mind.

She would never hear again her mother's request that made her think she was not the daughter of the woman, nor would she ever hear her husband again blame her, all of that would be left behind in the world while his body was covered with earth.

Isn't that so much fun? but in an instant the bad thought was immediately clear, he did not want to be a desperate human being to have to do such a foolish action, he said, his brain was still very sane to be invited to think until he finally threw away the thought of killing his own life.

He avoids the problems of the world and how does he deal with sin in the hereafter? because he won't be able to run away, right?

"Are you awake?"

The soft voice coming from the door then made Ralen turn his head, looking at the man who yesterday continued to blame him, he said, but now the man showed a calm and loving face and also carried a tray of food with a glass of milk and water.

The question did not make Ralen open his mouth, he did not want to answer much less talk to the man who stepped closer to him.

Ralen tightened the blanket that wrapped his body because he realized that he was only wearing underwear because last night he had taken off his own clothes to show how many wounds on his body due to an accident which he never wanted.

Ipul sat on the edge of the bed after putting a tray with his food on the table and then took a bowl of porridge that had been made by the mother.

"From yesterday you haven't eaten anything so now eat after that I will treat the wound on your body," said Ipul took a spoonful of porridge that was still hot and blew it.

"Mas Angga has treated my wounds," answered Ralen ketus and the answer was successful in making Ipul freeze his eyes did not blink with a spoon in his hand.

He who had been blowing the porridge stopped and stared in disbelief at the woman who had just said the impossible.

Ipul believes Ralen is just angry at him, wanting to reciprocate what he has done by saying the impossible.

All he knew was that his wife was taken to the hospital instead of to the home of the man who was his wife's lecturer, obviously the one who would treat his wife's wounds was the nurse or maybe the doctor, or maybe the doctor, it is highly unlikely that Angga touched and saw his wife's body.

Ipul smiled thinly and then thrust a spoon filled with porridge that had begun to warm.

"Why smile? shouldn't you be angry? you're not jealous of your wife's body being seen even touched by another man?!" it seems like Ralen was deliberately fishing for a man who was hard-earned trying to think positively about himself.

Pulp took a breath and threw it away slowly, it was seen that he was adjusting his own breath so that it could be calmer and not provoked.

"I believe you'll never let another man see let alone touch your body," the word Ipul slowly but full of firmness of his gaze is also loaded with deep meaning with his fingers that move to get rid of the child's hair that covers part of the wife's eyes.

"Yes, because I won't do it, because I will never betray my husband even if my husband betrays me I will never repay him" Ralen said quickly with trembling lips.

Just look at why it was so easy for him to cry in front of the man who yesterday uttered such a hurtful word to him, that man really had more power in his heart than himself.

"Darling.." The pulse holds the body that begins to shake.

Ralen is stupid, why since marriage he became so easy to cry when before he was very smart to hide the sadness he felt, it feels now very eager to curse this stupid woman, she said, but there was no way he could curse himself.

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